The soul of a man remains broken. The smile on his face is the appreciative token. Woken from his nightmares only to find them real. She walked away with his heart, leaving him without any emotions to feel. He kneels before God, weeping as his maker silent as a lamb. All the pain inside him bottled up and crammed. Many walk by gazing upon this heartless soul. He never needed their pity so cold. The tales he foretold stood everlasting, the experiences he had left his own life prancing in a meadow without and ferns. Tis her love he yearns. He learned from his mistakes, never to trust again. He burnt his soul with desire and sin. He dwells in his guilt and drowns in his shame. The burdens is all he has to his name. The demons and pain lurk like bees to a hive. He tries so hard to merely survive. Alive is his body yet, death has befallen his spirit and pride. No more tears has he left to cry, like shattered glass his mask soon fades. The repressing memories of each falling day. She lingers within the skin on his body. Her beauty intoxicates him like cashewnut toddy. The horrifying look rendered him speechless as he felt the other one biting the dust. She didn't care for a broken heart to love. All he desired was trust, like a cluster of stars in the night. Spread across the milky-way. His heart was shattered bit by bit and regrets the mistakes he made. If only his soul was not as emotionaless as it seemed. He would become a normal human being. All he carries is the memories of pain, lies, and deception. That's why he can't stand to look at his own reflection.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
